fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday All Day

It wouldn't be accurate to say that that Squall was holding a Welcome Picnic Protest Party, because... well, 1) the idea was stupid, 2) that was a lot of work for something he didn't care about, 3) it wasn't like he was going to INVITE anyone else, and 4) whatever.

The point was, the park outside was going to be filled with all sorts of new people he didn't care about who were probably all gawking at the bizarreness of Fandom in a really annoying way. Since Squall was nearly an adult, and he just seemed to randomly be given responsibilities he didn't want, if he went he'd probably end up having to help the newbies, or worse, be a big brother to someone.

So, he was staying FIRMLY in the dorms, avoiding people.

Yes, in a public common room. No, he wasn't hoping people would join him. He hated people. Shut up.

Anyway, the TV was on and tuned to some pedestrian bile about busting myths, mainly by blowing things up. Squall began to enjoy it in spite of himself.

[Open common room is open!]

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Yes, Jenny knew that this wasn't her floor, but she couldn't find tea on her floor, so she came staggering up to this one, still clutching her kettle. "Is there tea?" she asked hopefully.

Squall shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one with the kettle."

He certainly hadn't bothered making any tea.

"Yes," Jenny said in a sort of parody of patience, "but there's no tea in it."

Squall rolled his eyes. "Coffee maker's there," he told her, pointing. "Check near it." There were usually tea bags in with the sugar and non-dairy creamer, weren't there?

Non-dairy creamer, Jenny would have informed him if she could read minds, was an abomination.

The teabags, however, she could use. Score. "Oh thank God. Not literally."

Not an abomination, just pointless. Squall took his coffee black, when he took it at all.

"I wasn't going to," he informed Jenny. "I don't pray on command."

"I don't pray at all," Jenny said, distracted by waiting for the kettle to boil. "I killed God, after all."

"Whatever. Which one?" Hyne help her, if she hurt Quezacotl, he'd be pissed.

Otherwise, he didn't really care.

"Giant ugly tentacley responsible for life on Earth one?" She shrugged. "It was ten years ago. Whatever." Was the water boiling yet? No. Damn. She lit a cigarette to soothe her while she waited.

Squall shrugged back. "Life on Earth's still here," he pointed out. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He noticed she was watching the pot. In theory, that meant it would never actually boil. That theory was pretty stupid.

"You're welcome," Jenny mumbled around her cigarette.

"You're saying you SAVED life on earth?" Squall asked, somewhat interested now. After all, everyone back home was expecting him to do more or less the same thing, eventually.

"Do people ever shut up about it?"

"Dunno, I was dead back when they probably actually cared about it," she said with a shrug.

Squall blinked. "That's one way to avoid people," he decided.

(Too bad I won't be able to take that option.)

It wasn't until toward the end of the picnic, of course, that Ariel was going to bother going up and seeing her room, hopefully still in all its collected glory, but she heard people in the common room, and how could she turn down an opportunity to talk to people?

She poked her head in to see who was there.

"Oh! Hi, Rinoa's kind-of boyfriend! Happy belated birthday!"

Squall gave her a grumpy look. "I'm NOT her boyfriend," he insisted. "And birthdays suck."

There was something different about Ariel today... But Squall didn't care enough to try to figure out what.

"Nuh-uh," Ariel said, coming in and flopping on the couch. She was, of course, ready to book it right out of here, though, at the first sign of Certain People, which was why her eyes might have danced to the door frequently. "Birthdays are incredible! They're days just for you and another step toward being older and more mature! Rinoa mentioned you guys went out for it; did you have fun? Did she get you something really, really, really good?"

"It was all right," Squall answered with a shrug. By which he meant of course that going out with Rinoa was WONDERFUL, but he wasn't ever ever going to admit it.

"I'm already mature," he informed her with a bit of a pout. "Getting older just means being in worse health."

"Being jaded and broody and dark," she pronounced the last word with a particular relish, "doesn't mean you're mature."

She proved her point well with a little protrusion of her tongue at Squall.

"And the health bit isn't true, either. Daddy's probably a hundred years old and he's as healthy as an ox."

"No, it doesn't," Squall agreed.

('Broody'? I'm not broody, am I?)

"Neither does just having a birthday. But sticking out your tongue means you aren't."

"I never said I was," Ariel pointed out with a giggle. She put up her arms, folding them behind her head and sighing contentedly. Hard to believe that, a week ago, she couldn't talk, and, just this morning, she had fins.

Or that she'd never have to worry about having to go back again except for visits.

"You haven't been up here all day, have you?" she asked. "I don't remember seeing you at the picnic."

"I don't DO picnics," Squall told her.

Cloud wasn't a big fan of masses, so he would sign the Party Statutes and join Squall.

Or something.

So he sat next to Squall, eyed him for a moment, and then back at the show. "Oddly relaxing", muttered as a car was turned into a flaming ball of twisted metal.

"Less annoying than other things," Squall agreed. He eyed Cloud back.

[ooc: yes, it should have! Sorry to drop the thread on you last night. I'm running out the door now, but will be back later.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday All Day

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